Filed to story: Bring It On My Mafia Life Novel (Rhea & Lukas)
“Fine,” Mimi agreed knowing there was no way she could refuse Victor the food now. Gosh, she hated this!
Mimi boarded the arranged taxi that brings her back and forth to Lukas’s place on a routine. As developed as Lukas’s neighborhood was, it was hard to grab public transport there.
She could almost say that everyone in that vicinity owned a car because there was not a trace of a taxi nor a bus and she would have to leave the street entirely to get a ride.
It was quite annoying to be honest because most of the taxi drivers refused to come to the district for reasons best known to them. She had to triple the amount she paid on a normal basis just to hire this particular driver before he agreed to take her.
She wondered what they were so scared of. Yes, it was true that the houses here were intimidating and Lukas’s mansion alone covered hectares of land – plus his men carried about weapons they were licensed to for protection. But that was all. It was not like they would shoot an innocent citizen on sight, right?
Mimi noticed something was off in the atmosphere before she even stepped foot in the mansion. The guards stood a lot straighter, their faces grim as if they were mourning or something. The tension was great and suffocating. Mimi was sure that something happened.
They even searched her – it was a first – and had to inspect her food flask before she was granted access into the house. As expected, Victor was not present in their working place aka the kitchen for their lessons.
Mimi decided to wait in the living room as she does on other days, however, the awkward silence and the vigilant look of the men guarding the place made her pretty much uncomfortable. They were staring at her like a suspect, and that made her brows furrow. What was going on?
Unable to stand the awkwardness anymore, Mimi decided the lion’s den aka Victor’s room was pretty much cozier than here – she just hoped he wasn’t having sex again.
He must be sleeping, Mimi thought. She would have to drag his ass down here – and try not to kill him. Once the lesson’s over, she’d leave as fast as her feet can take her. She didn’t like today’s atmosphere at all.
Unlike the last time, nobody stopped her from entering Victor’s room and only gave her curious looks.
So she burst into the room.
“Seriously, what time is -!”
Mimi stopped short at the scene before her.
“Holy mother of God!” Mimi exclaimed at the scene of limbs mixed in a mess of bodies. The girls on his bed were much, about eight of them. Don’t tell her that Victor did it with all of them last night. If that was the case, his stamina was terrifying.
Almost immediately, one of the sleeping girls stirred awake and struggled to separate from the others. When she finally sat up, the girl yawned and stretched her body before her gaze fell on Mimi.
She grinned, “If you’re coming to join us now, you’re late,”
“J-join y-you?” Mimi stammered, traumatized by the scene. Why would she join them? This was too much even for her.
But the girl asked her, “Where is Victor?”
Good question, where was Victor?
As if they somehow conjured his presence, Victor appeared from his walk-in closet, all dressed up. His gaze immediately fell on Mimi and his face changed. For good or bad? She couldn’t tell.
However, Mimi heard a scream from downstairs and it was so familiar that her ears perked up while the hairs on her body stood on edge.
No way, how was that possible?
The sun rays sneaking through the curtains woke Rhea from her sleep. Her body had recovered the deprived rest it needed.
She couldn’t tell how long her eyes were shut, but there was no doubt that had been the best sleep she had gotten since she arrived here. There was no nightmare like the previous nights, just a hot, sizzling…. dream?
Rhea instantly sat up with a baffled expression. That was a dream, right? Or perhaps, she had a dream inside a dream? This was not the first time she experienced such a complicated dream.
“No way,” Rhea shook her head unsure, her hand going to touch her lips where she vividly remembered the feel of Lukas’s lips on her. It felt soft and super real now that she was relishing the dream.
Then her memory moved to when Lukas slipped his finger inside of her and her breath hitched. Rhea gulped down saliva because she felt a little sore down there while remembering every single detail of the encounter.
Rhea groaned, holding her head with her hand when she recalled another important detail.
[Now, you are going to close your eyes and pretend this never happened. It was all a dream, you get me?]
But then, it was not a dream.
“Oh God,” Rhea cried out, pulling at her hair. She wanted to die, no, she deserved to die. How could she do this after her resolve in the same night?!
…..
Yes, Rhea couldn’t deny the fact that she was sexually attracted to Lukas, but she had to own a firm control over it. Going forth between Elijah and Lukas made her feel like a slut. She can’t be in love with two men nor could what she had with Elijah compare to the lust she felt for Lukas.
Although Elijah left her, Rhea would never regret the little time with him. Even if Elijah didn’t like her as much as she liked him, he was the first man to show her what a good relationship should look like.
With Elijah, she wanted a future but with Lukas, it was just sexual gratification – they wanted to satisfy their flesh. She understood the pattern; she was his new fling and until he -Lukas- finally has his way with her, she’d lose her fascination.
But Rhea couldn’t understand the fact he let go last night. Yesterday… A-hem, when they had been “busy”, Lukas had every opportunity to sleep with her since her defenses were down. Why didn’t he? Why did he stop?
In that state, Rhea was sure they would have gone to the end yet he held himself back. Why? Was this a game and he was building anticipation? Rhea didn’t know whether to be scared or thrilled.
Almost immediately, the door to her room was opened and a female staff walked in with a shopping bag.
“You are awake,” She said.
“Yes,” Rhea said, a bit of color in her cheeks as she tugged the polo shirt down her thighs. She didn’t need to guess what was going on in that woman’s head.
No, everyone in this house must think Lukas banged her already. After all, what was she? She was nothing but a hostage and had no right here. They must see her as a pretty decoration for Lukas to use whenever he pleased. She hated this.
That realization chased every stupid thought out of Rhea’s head. She now knew her place in this hell hole and all she would ever be – if she doesn’t escape. There was no future here.
“Who are you?” Rhea asked, putting up a fake smile amid her shame. She hoped to God that it wasn’t one of Lukas’s lovers who had come to mock and gloat about her situation. Rhea was in the mood to spill some blood – if that was the case. Her resentment has reached her limit.
“Oh, this,” The woman said and walked further into the room to drop the bag on the bed, “Boss had me shop some clothes for you. I hope you don’t mind if the clothes don’t exactly fit,” she said.
Rhea’s brow quirked, “Lukas did?” she only heard that part of the story.
“He said you should dress up quickly as well,”
“Quickly?” Rhea pointed out until she remembered that Lukas once announced she wouldn’t be staying here for long.
At once, her blood ran cold. Rhea had been so distracted by their little quarrels and intimacy that she forget that same man had other plans for her.
“Where is he taking me?” Rhea asked the girl, hoping that she would give her a hint at least. You know, help out a fellow lady thing.